The First Cause of All Realms

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Separated by a wall, this yard became more deserted, even a bit desolate.

The green moss covered the walls of the courtyard, and there were few flowers, only an old tree that did not sprout in spring squatted alone in a corner of the courtyard.

Under the old tree, behind the stone table, and on the rocking chair that swayed gently, Zhang Lingfeng, who was full of flesh, closed his eyes and rested, the hot sun shining on his face through the few branches of the old tree.

Not daring to disturb the sleeping prince, the guard bowed and waited. Not long after, he heard the prince's voice.

"Mr. Yu, do you believe in fate?"

Mr. Yu?

The guard was startled, and only then did he discover that there was a chessboard on the stone table under the old tree, and there was another person who played against him from time to time.

Under the large blue shirt, his body is well-proportioned, and his meticulous black hair is tied behind his head. Unlike the Vientiane Mountain Man, whose appearance is not impressive, his disciple has a handsome appearance and can be called handsome. .

Great Master, Yu Jing.

The guard's heart trembled, if it wasn't for the prince's voice, he would not even have noticed the great master.

There are five great masters in Longyuan Dao City, but as the old prince fell asleep, the princess abandoned the martial arts, and now there are only three great masters.

Except for Gongyangwu, the chief guest of the palace, he was the master and apprentice of Wang Mu, a man from Wanxiang Mountain.

One sect and two great masters, not to mention in Longyuan Dao, are extremely rare in the world.

"letter."

Yu Jing dropped his left and right hands and answered casually.

"Not believing that fate is in the sky is the number one sin of Confucianism. It is a bit redundant to ask Mr.

Zhang Lingfeng sighed.

Snapped!

Yu Jingluozi said lightly, "Believe in fate but not accept fate."

"That said, are there still people in this world who are willing to accept their fate?"

Zhang Lingfeng was dumbfounded.

"Human life seems vague and inscrutable, but it's actually not a rare thing. Change the numerology, there is so much that can be done in this world."

Yu Jingzheng said:

"The emperor changed other people's numerology for the master of one hundred lives. It's just a word! Not to mention, the prince is now in power, and he can also affect the fate of millions of people."

"When you have power, you can cut off people's fate..."

I don't know what I remembered, Zhang Lingfeng felt a little bit, but didn't say anything, looked at the guard and quickly reported to the guard.

"The old woman still won't give up."

Zhang Lingfeng didn't seem to have accidentally waved his hand to let the guard down.

"The human mind cannot surpass one's own cognition..."

At this time, Yu Jing abandoned his son, and he shook his head:

"Even if you can do two things with one mind, you can't actually play chess with yourself, regardless of your chess skills or chess skills. It's really boring..."

Zhang Lingfeng didn't talk to the whole Long Yuandao, and no one was willing to play chess with him.

"Cang Hai and Yuan Fei in a short period of time, two of the nine grandmasters of Longyuan City have been eliminated, and the two who were injured by the county master seem to be running out of power now."

Yu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly without concealing his purpose:

"Yu is a little curious, what does the prince have to rely on to be so calm..."

"I rely on, Shanren knows, why doesn't Mr. Yu ask your teacher?"

"Ha ha"

Yu Jing didn't say more, got up and said goodbye.

Zhang Lingfeng didn't get up to say goodbye, but just watched him leave and his expression gradually became colder.

"Sir, is he here?"

In the shadows, a messy-haired old man leaning on a snake stick walked out slowly, with fear and solemnity on his old face.

"Naturally, I am afraid that I will do something wicked. Confucian people have always behaved like this..."

Zhang Lingfeng was expressionless.

"The prince should be careful about these two masters and students. Although they have always been low-key, in these years almost all the Confucian scholars in the city are their disciples, and they are very powerful."

The old man with snake stick warned.

"Feng Lao doesn't need to say more, I understand."

Zhang Lingfeng didn't want to say more, and slowly closed his eyes.

buzz

A faint light appeared in the bottom of his eyes that only he could see. It was an ancient and mottled yellowish scroll with dense letters on it.

His eyes swept away and landed on the two lines of text that showed red.

"Canghai, Yuan Fei."

As he meditated in his heart, the four scarlet fonts suddenly became larger, and finally turned into two red torrents and submerged into his body.

No one can see the subtleties, the strands of red light diffuse, from the most fundamental, to change his bones and essence.

"It's not enough."

He muttered to himself slightly, and looked at the yellowed ancient scroll again.

As his gaze went, one name after another glowed with light.

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"I haven't seen him meditate and take pills, and I haven't seen him practice martial arts, but in ten days, his changes are amazing..."

"Is that the judge's fruit? Or..."

Walking slowly on the street, doubts flashed in Yu Jing's eyes.

Apart from his own teacher, this is the first time he has encountered such an incomprehensible situation in Longyuan City since he was able to see his nature.

There seemed to be a fog surging on Zhang Lingfeng's body, making him unable to see it clearly.

"Everything has its spiritual roots. Before the emperor succeeded to the throne, anyone who recognized the main path and fruit was not eligible for the position of the prince and the prince."

In Vientiane Mountain, in front of the stream, Wang Muzhi crossed his knees on the boulder, and without waiting for Yu Jing to ask, he has already taken the initiative to speak.

"Heaven and man clash, this is also a Confucian taboo."

Remaining sights.

Over the past three thousand years, there have been many supernatural powers who have recognized the master of Daoguo, and there are not a few people who have actually reached the stage of holding a ceremony.

Daming inherited the background of various dynasties, and naturally has an extremely detailed record.

The five categories of immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons, demons, and dao fruit were handed down in ancient times, and in the four hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, after many studies, they were refined to an astonishing level.

Only in the theory of gods and Taoism, there are all kinds of refinements such as gods, earth, ghosts, etc., and the basis is not legends, but those rituals recorded in history!

As Wang Muzhi said, because there were too many examples in the past, more than 300 years before the Ming Dynasty, the supernatural power master was extremely repelled, and it was not improved until the emperor succeeded to the throne.

For nothing else, the Dao Fruit Ceremony is too uncontrollable.

Seven hundred years ago, there was a master of a small country who, because of a Dao Fruit Profound Whale, dug up eighteen water veins in the country, and drowned millions of people in ten days, shocking the world.

"What is the principle of Daoguo's recognition of the master? No one has known it for so many years, but it must be that the master of supernatural powers has a certain aspect that fits the characteristics of Daoguo."

Wang Muzhi said lightly:

"It is recorded in history that all supernatural power masters are compatible with Dao Fruit. Maybe they are born, or it may be a follow-up change. After all, it is inevitable."

"Dao fruit is born, manpower is in charge, and after all, there is cholera and disaster."

"As the teacher said, that Zhang Lingfeng is the master of Daoguo, so it will inevitably become what Xue Dilong said in his criticism?"

Yu Jing frowned.

As he said, he believed in fate, but never accepted it. He had a natural aversion to this kind of thing that judged people's fate.

Thinking about it in my heart, the life of the Prince Longyuan emerged.

Being recognized by Daoguo at birth, it also caused a great sensation back then. Xue Dilong's criticism at the Hundred Days Banquet was also talked about for a long time.

But what kind of person is the old Longyuan King?

That is Shura who really climbed out of the sea of ​​blood and corpse. With a green dragon and a moon sword, he was an unparalleled general who killed two great masters in the Dali Army in an instant and retreated.

How can such a person believe in fate?

In fact, after the Hundred Days Banquet, Xue Dilong was almost killed by him outside Longyuan City. Until now, the relationship between Qin Tianjian and the lineage of King Longyuan is extremely bad.

When he was young, his father was kind and filial to his son in the palace. When he was eight years old, a servant who served him since childhood died inexplicably.

Since that day, Old King Long Yuan's attitude has changed drastically. Not only did he imprison him in the mansion, but he also refused to allow anyone to contact him, and even left no one to serve.

Thinking about the old man before he fell into a coma, his only request was to kill his son.

Maybe that's what he noticed?

"Where there is gain, there must be something missing."

I don't know what I remembered, Wang Muzhi smiled:

"I want to be a monk again, but I don't want to abide by the rules and regulations. You are happy, but the Buddha is not happy."

"It is"

Yu Jing laughed dumbly, but he couldn't help asking the old question:

"That's the case, why did the teacher choose him? According to the classics, the ghosts and gods are extremely fierce and devilish, ranging from overturning a state, or cholera in the worst case..."

"Besides him, who else can I choose?"

Hearing this, Wang Muzhi looked blank:

"You always think that there are many choices as a teacher. In fact, there are no choices, and there is not much time..."

Yu Jing frowned.

"Grandmaster, it sounds like a great thing to say, but in fact, what does it mean to fall into the world?"

Wang Muzhi stretched out his palm, and the electric light on it flickered, sometimes like air, sometimes turning into water:

"Yin and yang are broken hands, the world can't be settled, the people can't be saved, and even a grain of food can't be changed..."

"Wei Zhengxian is so arrogant and arrogant, but he can't support hundreds of thousands of Qingzhou soldiers. What can we do with you and me?"

Yu Jing was silent.

"Many years ago, I followed the lead of my teacher, rectifying Yunzhou, looking forward to the world, and wishing to learn from the sages to bring peace to the world and restore prosperity..."

Looking at the thunderous water in his palm, Wang Muzhi was a little lost:

"But after I got there~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I gradually realized that the teacher's way will not work. His success and failure are actually only four words..."

Yujing opening:

"Jane is in the heart of the emperor."

"That's right! Jane is in the heart of the emperor. My generation of Confucian scholars, in the past three thousand years, has many theories. In fact, all changes are inseparable from the original tradition. In the end, it is only to obtain the monarch and practice the Tao.

I used to think so too, but later, the teacher's governance of the country was refuted and shelved, and after he was demoted again and again, I was a little confused..."

"But after the years of being banned from Long Yuan by the teacher, I gradually came to understand."

Wang Muzhi's expression became more and more indifferent, and the words uttered in his mouth could almost be regarded as outrageous in the ears of any Confucian scholar:

"Saints can't be trusted, sages can't be trusted, emperors can't be trusted either."

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